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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Thursday, July 9, 2009

School today was not bad.

Geog.
Was really funny. Haha.

Maths.
Productive.

Bio.
Fruitful.

Recess.
Nice? Haha.

SS.
Constructive.

Lit.
Prolific.

Assembly.(Extra Geog lesson.)
Only 12 people from the whole cohort needed to go. Flattering? Not. Haha. And when i found out my name was not on the list, i really wanted to run away. But Mrs Thong came in and said we were new additions. Pfft. Haha.

Lunch.
Videoworld-ed.
Went crazy during lunch. Yes, literally. Kept shouting and whining and cursing all the way to videoworld. Burst into laughter when i was done. Cause i had no idea of what i was saying half the time when i went crazy. Sorry Syaf. Haha.

IR(Lit Elect)
Was made to complete one question of an unseen passage. Couldn't do. Crapped all the way throughout the paper. I'm gonna die if that kind of question comes out for exams. Haha. Then slacked the remaining time while talking to Lynette Nicole Syaf. Was really funny.

I have a confession to make.
I really like IRs though it's tiring. Haha.

Manage me I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book
Half unread

I wanna be laughed at
Laughed with, just because

I wanna feel weightless
And that should be enough

If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I'm over, getting old

Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here

I wanna feel reckless
I wanna live it up, just because

I wanna feel weightless
Cause that would be enough

This could be all that I've waited for
(Waited, I've waited for)
And this could be everything
I don't wanna dream anymore
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay